“I’m pretty sure I promised you a hundred orgasms and we’re only up to three.”
“I think it’s physically impossible for me to have that many orgasms in a row,” I joked but the look he gave was all insatiable lust and I got the feeling he really did plan on trying to make that happen.
“Only one way to find out, baby. So why don’t you just lay back and let me feast on you until you’re coming all over my face? Because once I’m done devouring you, I plan on living out every damn fantasy I’ve had about you since the moment we met. And believe me, there’s a fucking lot of them to get through before dawn.”
“Dawn?” I gasped as he pushed my thighs apart and lowered his mouth to my core, looking up at me with those dark eyes while he hovered just above my pussy, making me shiver with the desire for him to close that distance.
“Worried you can’t keep up?” he taunted and I narrowed my eyes.
“I’m more worried that you can’t,” I tossed back before fisting my hand in his dark hair and pushing his head down so that he could make good on that promise and within moments I was writhing and panting beneath him once more as he brought me to ruin all over again.
F ury blossomed beneath my veins as I roared my rage to the heavens and released a blast of Dragon fire into the sky while clutching hold of the roof of the tallest tower in The Palace of Souls.
The stump of my right foreleg was bleeding across the tiles, my hopeless grief over the loss of it all consuming as I remained on the roof, stuck in my Order form like some newly Emerged whelp unable to control his fucking emotions. But this anger I felt was far beyond anything I’d ever experienced before.
That girl. That fucking offspring of the Savage King had done this to me through luck and timing alone. I couldn’t fathom how she’d dared to betray me like this after all I’d done to bind her to me. But somehow, she had achieved the impossible and in that brief moment where I’d been slow to react to the sudden change in our bond, she’d struck at me with the speed and brutality of the beast who had fathered her.
I roared again, cursing the stars for letting me waste so many years building myself up to this point. It had taken me too long to claim my crown. They’d worked against me from the start, first stealing Clara into the embrace of the shadows without delivering their power to me like I’d been relying upon. Then tricking me into believing those fucking Vega girls had died as suckling infants as they should have.
And now, just as luck had finally begun to deliver all that I deserved and the crown lay upon my head at last, I was cursed with this insolence and test of my devotion to our great kingdom and my true purpose.
I roared again, my claws slicing into the tiles as I slipped, blood loss weakening me as I continued to bleed from the grotesque stump which I couldn’t even bear to look at.
This loss was more grievous to me than the betrayal of my sons.
My hand. My fucking hand.
How was I supposed to cast my magic with the speed and power I was used to now? It would take years of training for me to match my previous skill with only one hand left to conjure with, and even then, I may not be able to match the other Councillors.
Everything I’d worked so hard to claim could be lost because of the return of two princesses who the world had been more than ready to forget.
I belched fire into the sky once more, the acid in my gut seeping through every inch of my being as I fought to contain this fury.
A sharp sting bit into my flesh and I whipped around, my body stiffening as the shadows within me seemed to throb and pulse with a command beyond my control or desire. A bout of dizziness almost sent me tumbling from my perch atop the tower just as the shift was forced on me suddenly by the darkness running through my veins as if it had a mind of its own.
I fell with a cry of fright, shadows whipping all around me as I shifted back into my Fae form and they encircled my entire body, slowing my fall before dumping me on my back on the cold concrete of the courtyard far below the tower.
A choked sound of pain escaped me as I fell on the stump of my arm, scrambling to push myself into a kneeling position as I looked up at the Shadow Princess before me. She was coated in a dress created entirely of darkness and her cruel eyes flickered with the Element which she ruled over. She no longer looked like Clara, she was a princess of darkness, the true woman behind the fa?ade of the girl I’d thought had stood at my side. Her features were harder, her gaze sharper and the tilt of her chin suggesting she thought herself my equal rather than my subordinate. I didn’t know what had happened to her in that battle, but this wasn’t the creature I’d been controlling since her return to me.